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The Time Capsule Murders #1
Why Begins with W: A Lesson in Murder
Did the events in Why Begins With W really happen? Exactly when? And where is this Lynchburg? A real place, or a sly reference to the murder? Who is the Narrator in reality? You will walk down the hallway - with him or her - of what seems to be a typical American high school - and enter the very Soul of Murder. You will follow the clues to discover, in fact, Why Begins With W!
120 pages, Paperback
First published November 2, 2009
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March 11, 2010
Wow Begins With W
So many girls with four-letter names ending in –a, in a school where the narrator is not shy of calling out Hemingway for the lush that he was. Where a pig’s formaldehyded kidney is not safe from a casual scalpel, and parents ought to be more careful of the contents of their medicine cabinets. This book is an engrossing read wherein troubling ideas lead to further troubling ideas, and wouldn’t it be nice if it had really been as simple as the open-&-shut police case would suggest. The key (or one of the keys) to this page-turner is a casual reference to Arsenic and Old Lace, another comedy fashioned out of mourning-cloth. But there’s no one to go down to Panama to dig a fresh lock for the canal . . . .
So many girls with four-letter names ending in –a, in a school where the narrator is not shy of calling out Hemingway for the lush that he was. Where a pig’s formaldehyded kidney is not safe from a casual scalpel, and parents ought to be more careful of the contents of their medicine cabinets. This book is an engrossing read wherein troubling ideas lead to further troubling ideas, and wouldn’t it be nice if it had really been as simple as the open-&-shut police case would suggest. The key (or one of the keys) to this page-turner is a casual reference to Arsenic and Old Lace, another comedy fashioned out of mourning-cloth. But there’s no one to go down to Panama to dig a fresh lock for the canal . . . .
August 8, 2015
This is my fifth or sixth reading of this wry, witty, avant-hip, simpatico (or, simpatica) account of what may or may not be a fictional series of awful, mysterious events. The mysteries begin with the narrator (do we ever find out whether it is a boy or a girl who has written these journals?)
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